You're like the dark moon compared to the bright sun.

I couldn't really pin point what the hell was wrong with me. These days of my life had been very unclear to me - the days after I had met my former teammate in the super market.

It was like all my feelings for him had come rushing back. But were they feelings!? Was I confusing my temptation to drink his blood from my affection to him? In other words…was I in love with him or the blood?

His blood. It was total opposite from Naruto's. Cold and dark, despite being technically warm, it was icy. And the part that made it more attractive was the fact that it was so intimidating.

Don't get me wrong, the feelings I had toward Naruto's blood had been much stronger but Sasuke…Sasuke was strange. Like taking a bite out of the most abnormal food which at first looked unapproachable- disgusting even, but in the end had you craving for some more.

That was the thing though. I needed some as soon as possible, to confirm whether it was to my taste or not. That was when I was thrown into a whole new set of confusion.

This was Sasuke! Sasuke the aloof man, who was more cautious that anyone I knew! As if he'll let me take a bite out of him. This was what I thought at first…until I passed him once more again.

I gave him a funny stare as he had passed me in the village streets. He didn't notice me but if he did, that would have been awkward. Again, that sense off unusualness washed over me. I couldn't make up my mind. So I did the one think I could think of. I called him, and asked for a night out. I included- "Just for teammate bonding." He denied at first, but after a few persuasions I had him tied around my finger, due at 7:30.

That night I had left the apartment. Naruto hadn't exactly known where I was going, only that I was hanging out with 'friends'. He didn't press me any further. Although, he did offer me some blood. I just couldn't deny- I mean, then I had to bring up Sasuke. That, and the fact that his blood was the greatest thing that ever existed in his planet.

I had realized, half way wandering through Konoha, that I had no idea where Sasuke lived. He wouldn't be staying in the Uchiha mansion- which has long been abandoned-…would he?

So a few minutes later I approached the Uchiha clan's household. It seemed like no one had stepped in for a very long time. I was unsure of whether or not I should enter, after all my only purpose of being here was Sasuke's blood. I had glanced back and forth and swallowed, knocking gently on the door.

The sliding door slid open. Sasuke stood on the other side, wearing an Uchiha clan robe. He had given me a skeptical look motioning me in. I entered, gazing around in awe at my surroundings. I really had never been to these luxurious homes. I was more of the poor modern woman who lived in apartments with old refrigerators that broke down every so often.

Why did you want to talk about he murmured, sitting down before a small table. He lifted a cup of boiling tea and sipped.

I bit my lip, familiar senses slowly washing over me. Those well recognizable urges to suck him dry, but as I had said, it wasn't as strong. I was able to control my temptation, sitting down before him.

We made a conversation about various things- even though he wasn't the chatter. It's been awhile since I realized we really have nothing in common; only sharing a really strong bond with a certain blonde ninja.

It came around to me when he turned his head after a long pause: How will I approach him? I couldn't just pounce on him and hope he'll let me sink my teeth into his skin. He'll kill me, and it's not even a joke.

However, my cravings were much stronger than my doubts.

You need a massage? It came out before I had thought it through. I cursed my hasty mind…

What? No… But I gave him a cheery smile and stood up. I walked around the table and sat on my knees right behind him. Don't touch me!

Come on, it'll be soothing… I urged. He didn't argue further on, to my surprise. My hands glowed green with chakra as I kneaded the muscles around his shoulders. He made a growling sound at the contact but silenced after a few moments.

I swallowed sharply, pressing against his skin harder. Your muscles are really stiff, Sasuke-kun.I had informed. I never got use to dropping the –kun suffix at the end of his name each time I said it. Because for some reason in my unusual mind, Sasuke wasn't Sasuke without the –kun.

Whatever… I bit back a giggle noticing how his voice quavered. He was enjoying this. I could sense blood all around his body. My head spun in contentment. The smell was at its strongest point.
Crap, I thought, I was going to have start acting soon, or else I'll drive myself crazy from resisting.

My fingers kneaded the curve of his neck. I held my breath.

I was going to bite Sasuke. I was going to bite Sasuke. Holy crap, I'm gonna bite Sasuke.

I had shaken my head from my nervous thoughts. Dreading this wasn't going to get my anywhere. I really wondered why I was doing this in the first place. It's not like I'm going to die if I don't bite Sasuke.

Then again, I wasn't going to die even if I did. (But if I did hold back, I knew my desire to suck his blood would have thrown me to the edge of insanity). I guess I had no choice but to go along.

I flung my bubble pink hair around my shoulder and inclined toward his right shoulder-

So you're dating Naruto? he had muttered.

I sat there with my mouth wide open, teeth bared, inches away from his skin, in shock. I shook my head furiously and leaned back, coughing like nothing had ever happened.

Yeah, why?

No reason.

Oh great, he was shifting away. My hands dropped to my side as he cracked his shoulders. Stupid, damned, emo-bastard! Did he just have to ask something just as I was about to drink his blood?

Did I even have a Plan B?

While he got up and moved around the room, I had to admit that it was much easier resisting his blood than Naruto's. Oh, Naruto's blood… Just thinking about him wanted me to go back to the apartment, strip his clothes, throw him on the bed, and just-

How long?

Must he always interrupt me and my mischievous thoughts?

Naruto and I? About a year. My body unconsciously raised itself from the ground and slowly made its way towards the kitchen.

I don't like stalling….

He didn't respond for a while. During that time I had gathered my thoughts and came up with another plan. I asked if he had any apples (-why? -There good for you. -Right.) I buried my hand in his basket, coming out with the reddest fruit.

I dug around his drawer and took out a sharp seeming knife. (-Can you cut this for me? –Why? –What else are you doing? –Fine.)

I stood over his chair, watching as he grumpily peeled the red skin off. Now, this was Uchiha Sasuke, how in hell would he cut his finger?

I kicked his chair. Hard.

Fuck. he hissed. Red, beautiful, blood oozed out. My heart skipped a beat. Suddenly, the room was a lot more thick and hot.

I needed that blood. Now.

Here, I'm a medic, I'll heal it! Before he could protest, I grabbed his hand and brought the wounded finger to my lips. He gasped lightly as I sucked on the finger. My tongue rolled against the wound.

I yanked his hand away instantly. Wow. Never thought I do that.

What the hell did you just do? Is that what you call healing? He stared at the cut, which was still bleeding.

I grabbed it again and started sucking once more. What was wrong with this? No…there was nothing wrong, it was really interesting, though. It tasted like…I can't really say…

Ah- Sakura- s...stop.

I had been too wrapped up in my own fantasy that I didn't hear Sasuke's odd whimpers. Wait a minute…Sasuke…whimpering?

I dropped his hand and inspected him. Was that…a blush!? I backed away.

Are you going to explain… he cleared his throat, why you just sucked my blood?

Are you going to explain why you're blushing? It just didn't make sense to me, then. Before, Sasuke had asked me casual questions on my relationship with Naruto…was he…? No, that was impossible. Why were you asking questions about Naruto?

He didn't respond, just reached for a napkin and cleaned the blood off. I noted that my craving for his blood had died down to barely anything. Although, I wouldn't mind having another bite of that.

I had repeated my question once more. He stared at me with piercing eyes- the answer right there.

Oh, my.

Sasuke was a fast person, that's why when he appeared inches before my face, hand underneath my elbows, back against the wall, I really didn't question it. I was more worried about other things, like-

Why the fuck is Uchiha Sasuke kissing me?